Fifty five: Break up

I tightened my fist, glared at Lauretta, felt the need to hit her. When she had taken a glimpse sideways, I knew she had been up to something. She had probably seen Adrienne coming, so she had decided to pick up and act. But what was she going to gain from this?

Tugging her arm, I yanked her close. "Did you do this on purpose?"

"Maybe." Her lips flipped up into a sneer. 

"Why?" My voice was low, rough and weak. I was scared. So scared. Adrienne had said she “knew it”. What exactly did she know? Had she been doubting me? Had she— It was better to not think about that right now. 

She licked her lips, slowly raised her fingers to caress my jaw line. "Did I say anything wrong, huh? I'm truly tired of having to wait for you. This is the second time I've come to Florida. Why can't you see I want you? You've stopped giving me money, but that's not just it. I want you."

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